Sunday, July 23, 2017

Get those summer photo's ready for scrapping with this Beachy themed kit from Disyas Digital Designs! Filled with breathtaking papers and lovely themed elements for you to scrap all your memories with!

There are add-ons for this kit so be sure to check those out and if you'd like she even has them packaged up into a bundle set for you! You can find them HERE at her store.

Following are a few things I created using her kit for a few of the challenges this month over at Wilma4Ever Forum.

Disyas Digital Designs gave me permission to create a couple of cute tagger sets for you to enjoy so please be sure to pop in and visit her store for more goodies!

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

When Sage Wolfe is
accidentally mistaken for a peace offering, her world turns upside down. Dayton, the young, handsome, and insane King of Rosementh
whisks her away to his castle to be his bride with the promise that he can give
her the world and anything she desires. These offers becoming tainted as Dayton’s true colors show themselves; he is cruel and
violent and Sage vows to run away or die trying.

Just when Sage thinks she is
hitting rock bottom, a hooded stranger named Jonathan Kreider comes to the
castle. He doesn’t say much but his actions speak for themselves. Not only can
he wield a sword or shoot an arrow better than most of Dayton’s men, but he always seems to be a step behind Sage,
and though it should terrify her, for the first time Sage finds herself filling
with hope.

Sage is faced with a choice.
Should she run away from the wicked king who took her away from her family? Or
should she stay to learn more about the man who lurks in the shadows, the man
that makes her heart race and almost makes suffering Dayton’s wrath worthwhile? Sage is about to discover that
nothing is as it seems and everyone has secrets; Dayton, the man that calls himself Jonathan Kreider, and
even herself.

Excerpt:

Dayton’s men were standing next to their horses, loot
packed and ready. The walk to Dayton’s steed might have been less than twenty paces. Sage
convinced herself she could do it without breaking down. She could be strong if
she didn’t look anyone in the eye, but almost immediately she saw her mother,
and all Sage’s resolve vanished into thin air. The tears were instant, and she
pulled her hand away from her captor’s. “MOM!” Sage cried, and tried to race to
her mother’s arms. Several of Dayton’s men rushed to barricade themselves between Sage
and her family. The scene caused the Wolfe women, young and old, to sob. Other
villagers stood further behind and cried softly, the happiness of earlier
forgotten. “Let her say goodbye,” Dayton told his men, and they let Sage briefly reunite with
her mother and sisters. For a few moments, they all stood in a collective
embrace. “I’m so sorry,” Sage’s mother whispered. “I’m so so sorry, Sage. I’m a
fool. I’m a damn fool.” Sage wanted to agree with her but didn’t want what
could potentially be her final moments with her mother to be angry ones.
Instead she replied, “take good care of them, Mom.” Her mother nodded, and then
brought her oldest daughter even closer to her and hissed in her ear. “Someone
will come get you Sage, I promise.” Sage stared at her mother, seeing for just
a second the same knowing smile that had crossed her lips before Dayton arrived. “Who, Mother?” Sage urged in desperation.
“Who?” But before Tehila Wolfe could answer, Dayton called the farewell to an end, and his men pulled
her mother, Naomi, Nira, Eden, and little Ora away from Sage. Sage tried
desperately to call to her mother one last time, for any indication of who
would come to her aid, but it was too late. “It’s time,” Dayton said again. “Prolonging it will only make it worse.”
Crying softly, she let him guide her to his tall black horse. Once she had her
foot in the stirrup, Dayton helped her onto the saddle before he swung over
behind her. The closeness of his body made Sage’s skin crawl. Dayton’s men mounted their own horses and final
preparations were made. “Farewell Community, may you never forget this day. I
certainly won’t,” Dayton called. “Remember that Sage changed all of our lives
forever.” He spurred his horse and Sage’s body lurched forward as it took off
like a comet. Sage watched as her home whipped by her, as the buildings grew
distant. Just before the road bent, and Community vanished from sight, she saw
a man with olive skin and black hair standing by the edge of the road. He
seemed vaguely familiar somehow, though Sage was convinced she was so scared
she was no longer thinking logically. As they passed, she made eye contact with
him, his eyes were hazel. He looked at her solemnly before he took one of his
fists and placed it over his heart. Sage’s eyes widened as she tried to process
the gesture’s meaning, but when she looked over her shoulder, all she saw was
the bend in the trail. Community and the man were out of sight.

Giveaway:

About the Author:

Kay Bennson is from
Northwestern Connecticut where she lives with her husband. She doesn't remember
a time where she wasn't writing stories (in fact, some of her best ideas were
forged in high school classes and at part time jobs). When she isn't writing,
she is a competitive Irish Dancer. Enshrine is her first novel.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Demons have changed my life forever, though mostly they’ve just torn it apart. In the space of a week, I’ve become the target of the most powerful forces in the demon world and nearly lost my best friend to a madness that would have consumed her mind and soul. Even my own magical abilities are barely in my control.

But when a strange man from a secret society of demons finds me, everything becomes even more complicated. He claims my life is in danger. He says he can help. His group holds the key to my identity, my history, and my place in the supernatural world. But he also brings me a warning: for my own safety, trust no one.

I tumble onto grass. A weight slams into my back, smashing the air from my chest.

And then the world explodes.

Frantically, I cover my head. Debris scatters over me and I cringe under the assault. I can’t hear. My ears ring from the blast of whatever the hell was just destroyed.

The bombardment ends almost as quickly as it began. The weight on me disappears. My lungs labor hard to draw in air while sound comes to me thick and muffled like my head is wrapped in cotton. It seems as if someone is shouting. I can’t make sense of the words.

Choking with my effort to breathe, I roll over, searching for Amar.

And I find him. He’s surrounded. Six guys with knives circle him. We’re in the middle of a park not far from my apartment and up ahead, a tree looks like it’s been hit with a grenade. Orange flames climb from the shattered trunk. Smoke blurs the streetlights casting cold light on the grass.

I rush to my feet, woodchips falling from my clothes and skin. “Amar!”

Two of the guys feint toward him. They slash at him with their knives like they want to tear him apart. I can’t see any magic on Amar yet, no blue glow or faint crackle of electricity, but when he twitches back, the ones who are now nearest to him pull away, as if even with their knives, they’re scared of getting too close.

“Cait, run!”

I don’t move. I’m not leaving him here. “Get the hell away from him!”

No one listens. The ones around Amar don’t even blink.

But two of them break off from the group and charge toward me.

I backpedal on the slick grass. A strange sensation pulses through me, like all the air around me rushes toward my body and then bursts away.

I remember the feeling. It’s what happened in the alley outside Goa Cafe.

The men stagger. One of them falls.

And the second lunges at me. His hands grab my arms. His weight tears me down. I tumble to the ground and he comes with me.

My fingers claw at the grass while I struggle to drag myself away. He reaches out quickly, snagging my shirt. His other hand grabs my shoulder and hauls me back to the dirt and grass.

“Stay still, bitch.” He places his knife to my neck. “You’re no good to the Guardians in pieces.”

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